bitter???? to better????

the public would be informed by the candidate’s narrative piece which is entitled
“bitter to better”. in this short story, a young girl was sexually assaulted by her mother’s
boyfriend for over year now and the mother is fully aware of it, the young girl later has an
internal battle with herself after develop psychological problems and receiving life shattering
news. will her life continue in a downward spiral, or would she get her life back on track?
this is something to ponder on.
the candidate selected this literary genre because it is the most informative way to go
in detail to the young girl’s traumatic experience. subsequently, this story is not specifically
for any age group or gender, it’s for public knowledge about rape and it’s affect on a person
and to encourage those who are victims.

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“Hi my Name is Jane, I’m from South Bound Lane basically in my neighbourhood everyone knew me because I was insane yet they didn’t know my pain, I grew up in house that was never a home lived in
this place where my story was never told” “chuckles” Forgive my riddle. There were a lot of lights around me “Where am I” I croaked, all of a sudden memories started to flood my mind about what
happen to me “If yuh tell yuh moms she won’t believe yuh” “Yuh just like yuh sister, he not going nowhere”, “Yuh wothless”, “your pregnant and I’m sorry you also have AIDS….” Beep beep beep
“Somebody get ah doctor!” There was then absolute silence except for the heart monitor notifying doctors that I no longer had a pulse. 3 months later... I woke up feeling like I was hit by a truck
eyes struggled to open I saw my sister Carmen, Carmen who once had long perm hair that glisten at every angle was now reduced to a pixie cut, a face that always smiled, I saw a frown long like
Cruepe to Toco. Her warm hand grasped my cold dead hands and I squeezed it. Carmen look up with a tear stained face “She’s Awake!”she exclaimed. My Dad’s God sculpted body hovered over me with a
distraught face, he said “Baby what happened to you that yuh had to overdose yuhself.” I looked to my immediate right on saw the devil in human form and its demonic angel who both looked at me in
disgust “ Cause she head not good not even thirteen but taking ma…..” “Shut up!” I shouted as interrupted her. Doctors ran into my room as I begun to tell my horrible tale “Daddy I was Raped!,
Bernard raped me and if you don’t believe me test him for AIDS.” I said as tears began to gush from my face “He has been doing this for a year After Carmen left!” “She lying like yuh sister,
Bernard.” said that devil. Bernard then tried to run but doctors caught him. My Dad was speechless, dumbfounded and just like that he broke down in tears. The police soon arrived and arrested both
mom and Bernard, later that week I was discharged. Mom was showed evidence which shows that Bernard raped me and gave me AIDS which she also contracted she broke down “ What I do to deserve this I
Have AIDS” said that Momster not giving and once of concern for me. She later hung herself in her Holding cell and that other Demon died of AIDS. They got the easy way out, I wanted them to feel
the anguish I did, my childhood my innocence was stolen away from me. I couldn’t return to school because they said I would be a baad influence on other students like if it was my fault, I could no
longer walk down the road without being bullied about having AIDS and being thirteen and pregnant. “ You need to take your pills sissy or the baby would have AIDS” Carmen said as she forced the
pills down my throat “ I doh care, I shoulda die this thing should die!” I said as I ran out the room out to the nearest Bar and began drinking. I was later diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder.
“chuckles” I was six months when I mixed my medication with Alcohol at home and then blacked out. I woke up in the hospital with a tremendous pain between my legs “ what happen!”I shouted as Dad
and Carmen tried to calm me down “ they had to deliver the baby because he was no longer breathing and he’s dead” Dad said with a tears in his eyes. I ran out of the hospital, ashamed of what I’ve
done “I’m no better than my mother!” Suddenly I hear the most angelic song “Life it can leave you so bitter but you must believe it will get better…” I began running into the church and that night
I gave my life to Christ. I attended that church every single day after that with Carmen and Dad’s help I attended classes and before I was fifteen I obtain Eleven CSEC subjects and Graduated as an
Honour Student of USC with my Degree in Law when I was twenty. Needless to say this is my story, My past made me but it wouldn’t break me. “There’s always hope if you are in a situation like my
sister don’t be afraid to tell someone you trust, you don’t deserve this no one does We go to every School in Trinidad soon Tobago to tell our story so it can be a ray of light for those consumed
by the darkness” said Carmen we received a lustful and tearful applause from our audiences. “That’s the end of our Rape Crisis seminar!” I said confidently walking off stage into the known Future
ahead of me.